here again

here again

here again
the wrong end of the day.
the world suddenly slides
into an over-night bag,
soundproofed against
the perils of darkness,
seeking the soothing
rejuvenation of sleep.

and the faint edge
of night life glimmers
creeping in
and over
and up
seizing and warping the very bones
of comforts laid in store
from attachments and dalliances.

premature hopes
and untimely liaisons
smashing dreams into a thousand pieces
of will she won’t she
can I
can’t I
jigsawing the realities
into one socially acceptable peace.